Friday, September 12, 2014

Endelthil's Backstory

Day 1, Year Unknown, First Journal Entry

I have just experienced the most
disturbing development of my life. Or, at least I can only assume
that it is, as I cannot remember anything prior to the uncanny events
of this past night – save for my own name. My first memory is
regaining consciousness in this particular wooded area only some
short hours ago. The chilling raindrops which struck my face, and the
thunder echoing across the night sky roused me from my senseless
state. Soaked and confused, I remember struggling to my feet and
shaking my head to regain any recollection of my past – but nothing
came.

And here I sit, on the verge of dawn,
with only the faintest of clues as to my past life, and absolutely no
hint of why I find myself here. My past is all but lost, and my
future is yet unknown to me. But I will not dwell on this presently,
as only frustration will follow.

Fortunately, the belongings that I -
by all appearances - had carried with me are proving useful. My bow
and a full quiver of arrows are at my disposal. To my satisfaction I
find myself able to strike my mark with precision and ease – a
small happiness amidst my distress. Beyond this, in my backpack, I
found some basic supplies, rations, woodcarving tools, and other
necessities. However, the most interesting item I found within it's
confines was a folded letter addressed to me:

Endelthil,

My dearest friend, no words can
describe my thanks for what you have done. You left your comfort all
those years ago to come to our common village. You taught us, trained
us, protected us, and befriended us. We are forever in your debt for
all that you have bestowed upon our community. You are a hero among
the common and the downtrodden.

Now, we know that you must go.
Take these woodcarving tools we made for you so that you may never
forget us. Fashion your arrows as you fashion you your destiny. I
have no doubt that this destiny that beckons you in your dreams and
floods your hours of meditation will become the most acute reality
for you. I wish you well, my brother.

Peace and Hope,

Wendell

So many questions. What common village?
Who is Wendell? What destiny calls to me in my hours of meditation?
Meditation. Rest. That is what I need. I will write later.

Day 1, Year Unknown, Second Journal Entry

An exciting turn of events! During my
hours of meditation, a mysterious riddle was revealed to me:

The
Forgotten quivers

Avaricious
ascendant

deny
home’s hearth

for
brumal desolation,

dare measure

a
raven heart,

swallow celadon
wind

that
abducts breath,

hold
steel resolve

against
an azure tempest,

forge
fortune and

oppose greed’s
blushing furnace

Dread
sovereign

The
Realms travail

The
words came so clearly, yet its meaning remains largely unknown to me.
Despite this, I am confident that I must pursue this destiny, and
that I have a significant role to play it its unfolding. I venture
out this morning – into realms unknown!